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waters touching the feet, breeze blowing all the thoughts, soft music in sync, that's the world i always look for..!!!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Dreamy Eyes

Moist they become, thinking of you;
Joyful they are, looking at you.

Living in your thoughts;
Driven by your charts.
Gazing through the slits;
They wonder the blitz.

Against the wind, they hold;
Agony yet, fail to be bold.
Unkind they act, never care for the moisture;
Drains out the mist, care for her gesture.

Gloomy eyes they are,
Dreamy Eyes they are. . . .

Friday, August 24, 2007

One kind kiss for my fondling heart..!!!

The moon fully lit, the clouds passing by,
sweet scent of the jasmine in reply,
wondering it to be a dream come true.
There she was, whispering through the air,
my small heart beating in my downy ribs,
her warm hair was flowing through my senses,
turning me vague in thy nuances.
Making sweet and sacred all the darkened hair,
where my love may laugh and kiss apart,
ripping through all my sacred desires.
It was a moment I drew past,
forever may it last!!!!

A Glimpse of Heaven..

The winds were blazing,
And the waves blushing, my high spirits.

Far away was a light,
And I thought, it was the end of my plight.

Streaks of light flashing through the dark,
There I could see the vigil of the lark.

Drops were falling down the heaven,
As though the blessings given.

It may not be what I thought,
But it definitely is what it ought.
A glimpse of heaven is what I got!!!!!

A Drop of Blood..

Seeing the Sun rise, I stood all alone,
Seeing the birds chirping is gone.

Sighing at my memoirs,
Parting me and my chores.

Pleading him to be my savior,
All the way long the river.

Casing myself along with the wind,
Thy getting embraced upon him to be kind.

Waiting for aficionada to return,
Thy eyes care for a drop of blood in the urn.

Krishna nee begane... Baro..

All the news channels shouting out the “Guruvayoor temple issue of allowing the non-hindus”…Hyped news it is!!!!
Things were going weird with the ousting of the Kerala CM from the party. The news arrived, to the rescue of Mr. Achyutanandan. The heated discussion went extremes as all channels echoed it around India. Protests were on their way to the head priest of the temple, who welcomed them with ease. Singer Mr. K. J. Yesudas, had the same problem with the temple authorities, as a result of which he sings for Krishna outside the temple. Voices of the eminent echoed on this occasion and ultimately yielding no result.
The actual story is that many religious extensions in India have this rule of disallowing people of other religion. Why is the government not looking into others but only to the Hindu temples? Let’s dwell into this a bit….
The Congress has always been the lousiest rules of India, especially to the Gandhi family who think that India is their ancestral property. As a result of which POK was given away to the ever hungry Pakistan by Ms. Indira Gandhi. Now, Rahul speaks of his family doing all good things for India, in his UP election campaign. All this adds up to the Gandhi family’s instincts with India and its politics.
The catholic Sonia Gandhi and the minority supportive government, watch for these types of dethroning the Hindu religion from the people’s minds. These matters fuel the Christian missionaries for converting poor Hindus into Christianity; which is burning and hurting many Hindus in and around the country. Kofi Annan said “To save the world from devastation and ill-fate, all the people should convert into Hinduism”. The same was said by Mr. Roosevelt, and the speeches added by Swami Vivekananda were revolutionary.And the credit should also be given to the media which has everything in the headlines column. People should be educated about discovering the routed evil in the society.
Alas people should get to know that the politicians are playing with them and their money. Media should also stop highlighting such incidents. Perhaps all the religious heads should discuss these matters where they don’t hurt each others sentiments.
Lord Krishna would love to see his children i.e. us, living happily with each other.He would also be the savior to all those who pray him, irrespective of the religion, caste and creed.
Hey Krishna! Save us from the hatred and teach us how to love each other….
“Sarve janah, sukhino bhavanthu”

My Tryst into her anger..

Violent it was, like a tornado.
Ripping through my yacht, in one go.

The anger of the thunder swords,
Making me trammel over my words.

Thwarting me all along the way,
Leaving me blood stripped in the bay.

The fury very unkind,
Coloring me an eddo.

Loosing all my senses I lay,
Thy tryst with her anger, ending me in cay.

Under my angel's feet

The silhouette that broke my senses apart,
God’s elite creations, I thought.

Escorting the God’s ford I was,
Like a genus bos.

My darkness bowed over to her scintillations,
Thus engraving agape, leading me to abyss.

Her flowing aura renders passions,
Desirous enough touch my angel’s trance.

Laying in her love nest,
I cry out my amorous zest.

Envying the smudge touching my angel’s imprints,
I turn cuddly to move along her grins.

To feel her feet makes me happy,
So gorgeous she is, to give my lips on her tender feet.

Love in Despair`

I lay down with fear, seeing it so near.
Blushing sounds hindering my ear.

Once thought of sailing in a raft,
Sans mercy, that it made me go rapt.

Watching those wonderful whirls,
Making me dive thrills along the hills.

Sagging me into its flows,
Held me tight and the winds rose.

Saw people scare me with their shrieks,
Warning me of drowning, as it speaks.

With its twists and turns, I went along,
Now whipping me to go away long.

The waves throwing me out,
Me sensing danger in a bout.

Dreamt of kites and carousels did I,
And slept at peace within, because you lay.

Engrossed I was in its love,
Sighing death in a low.

Pondering over memoirs, I lay on its banks,
Stranded with fear, that love would turn to venom.
Pleading her to be humane, I wait for her to revive the sweet scent of love…

As long as u'r near..

The first time we met, I could see,
That you and I, were meant to be.
Your eyes were so gentle, your smile so true,
When you first held my hand, I just knew.

Now the time has gone by, through laughter and tears,
These days I shall cherish, for years upon years.
Those memories I have, shall never fade,
For those are the steps, that we have made.

That was the past, the future is near,
I anxiously wait, for what will appear.
New homes, more laughter, and children so dear,
Everything will be wonderful, as long as you’re near.

She cuddles in me...

Next to my skin, is her abode…? My mistress
bids me take them; keep on doing, until evening
when I’ll brush her shoulders. At seven, I place my head
on her cool, white throat. All day I think of her,

Working in the Yellow Room, contemplating what
to tell her? She embraces herself
whilst I work willingly, her slow heat entering
my each sense. Slack on my heart, is her robe.

She’s beautiful. I dream about her
in my attic bed; picture her dancing
with me, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent
beneath her perfume, her milky stone stream.

I dust her feet with a rabbit’s foot,
watch the soft blush seep through her skin
like an indolent sigh. In her looking-glow
my lips part as though I want to speak.

Full moon. Her carriage brings her home. I see
er every movement in my head…. Talking,
taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching
for the home’s nurture, the way

she always does…. And I lie here awake,
knowing the hands are cooling even now
in the room where my mistress sleeps. All night
I feel their absence and I burn.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

A Fallen tear...

Having fallen from sky,
Fallen to the ground,
I lay in a pool of sadness,
Full of lost hopes,
Full of lost dreams.

Fear me not,
I am here for reason,
That reason is to have a second chance in life,
That life I was given for a reason,
She took my wings,
She took me apart made me human,
I was the fallen human,
But that fallen human had one chance in life that she gave.

This human won’t make the same mistakes he made before,
This human will go down the right path that has been chosen by her,
This fallen human know what she has to do to be loved or perhaps, betrayed.